I’m happy to report there has been no vomiting! Yay! But today I woke up to this.
Isabelle had a bloody nose last night. She takes after her daddy. Alan used to have bloody noses too when he was little. He still does occasionally, right out of the blue, something to do with the change in weather or I don’t know what. The thing is, Isabelle gets them when she’s asleep. I can hear her start sniffling and when I look down, sure enough I see it’s a nosebleed.
When she’s had them before we’ve freaked out, ran for tissue to wipe up all the blood, and tried to apply pressure to her nose. That of course wakes her up and she is NOT happy. She’ll be crying and she won’t let us touch her nose. The nosebleeds just stop on their own. So last night, when I saw her nose was bleeding, I didn’t want to wake her. She was on her side and luckily there wasn’t a lot of blood. It just stopped on it’s own again.
But here’s a question. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to wake her up and fight with her to try to apply pressure? You know this wouldn’t even be a question if Isabelle slept in her own bed. If that were the case I wouldn’t know until the morning that she’d had a nosebleed. So maybe the answer is to do nothing except make sure the room is humid enough. Yeah ok, answered my own question.
So anyhoo I noticed that I haven’t shown anything crafty lately. Well that’s because there hasn’t been any sewing going on. A lot of thinking about sewing but no actual sewing so nothing much to show. There has been, however, a lot of drawing and knitting . But knitting takes me a damn long time. I’ve been working on Miss Muffet again. Seed stitch, seed stitch aaaahhhh so much seed stitch! And it’s still not done.
I needed a break so, in my oh so illogical fashion, I cast on something new instead of picking up something old.
This is the start of a Mary Jane’s pithy hat. I should be ashamed to use this yarn. Last time I touched it, I was knitting Uncle Angus. Am I ashamed? NO. I am thrilled to be starting something new. Absolutely happy to be making a hat when I don’t even wear hats. Yeah, like I said, ILLOGICAL.